A Winter Awakening

At least the chipmunk quit squawking, s
he thought.
These damn critters are going to give me away.
Sarina sank lower into the field grass, adjusting her position so she could still see into the dining room of the farm house, now thirty feet away from where she crouched.

She watched through a window as the woman inside floated around the perimeter of the room, lighting candles. Sarina had to admit, she was beautiful. Her platinum hair had been swept up into messy curls, making her appear taller than her 5'6" stature. Stray locks drifted around her face and neck as she moved about the room. She wore a long, black silk lingerie piece. It wasn't provocative by Sarina's standards, but she had to admit, it worked for this woman. It fit her tightly through the body and chest, exposing her curvy flesh. The tight fit continued down through her waist, then flowed to the floor.

She looks so damn elegant and happy,
Sarina thought as she carefully rose from her crouched position. The soil was too soft; her heel sank into the dirt as she attempted to stand upright. As her heel sank, she lost balance and nearly ended up face first in God knows what kind of muck. The commotion caused the chipmunk to start his angry chattering again.

Shit. Elegant. I am anything but
,
out here in this God dammed field,
thought Sarina as she removed her heels and threw them into the tree above her, trying to hit the fuzzball. One shoe returned to the ground with a thud. The other remained in the tree.

"That's just great," she said into the night air, forgetting about any pretense of secrecy. Sarina plopped into the grass and weighed her options. She could go home now, wash off this farm stench, and redeem her evening with the comfort of a bubble bath, or she could stay here and collect the information she came for.

The chipmunk resumed its chatter and she shoved her hands into the pocket of her leather jacket. Her fingers encountered the soft folds of the handkerchief she had discovered in the field, just minutes before. She pulled it out and held it to her nose. Leather, vanilla, and a faint hint of cloves transported her back to that first day she had spotted...
him.

She had been searching for a peetrap, whatever the hell that was, so she could repair the leak in her kitchen sink. He had been standing in the same aisle as she fumbled through the gadgets. The moment he let out a good natured laugh at her ignorance, she knew. His laugh lines etched themselves into her heart. She had followed him the rest of that day, to his office, his church, and his house.

The chipmunk chattered again as a truck arrived in the driveway.

It must be him,
she thought; and here she was, at his house, learning about his life, and the woman in his life. She took one more long inhale from the handkerchief and shoved it back into her pocket.

"Shoes or no shoes, I can't give up now," She mumbled as she crept closer to the house.

From her new vantage point, Sarina could still see the kitchen and dining room, but she now had the bonus of also being able to see the front door. The platinum woman was enjoying a glass of wine as she attended to something on the stove. Sarina squinted into the window, focusing on the woman's left hand.

Is there a ring?
She wondered.

After a few minutes, she still couldn't tell if this woman was a wife or simply a girlfriend. Either way, she would need to be taken care of. With a sigh, she turned her eyes to the front door.

Eventually, it slowly opened. Sarina tried to swallow, but was no use. She moved her tongue around her palate, searching for any sign of moisture in her mouth. It had only been one week since she first spotted him in that hardware store and it was as if she had been walking in the desert for an entire week with no water, seeking only him.

At last, he came into view. At the sight of him, Sarina felt her very being melt into the field below her. The muscles under his shirt rippled as he removed his cowboy hat and placed it on the hook by the door. His strong jaw line was prominent, even under his five o'clock shadow.

As he entered, Platinum poured a second glass of wine and walked toward him, a glass in each hand.

Sarina, though, continued to hold her gaze steady on him. From her vantage point, outside the window, she could easily study the expression on his face. The moment she came into his line of sight, the love and desire on his face was palpable. He accepted not only the glass of wine she offered, but also her slow, seductive kiss.

"Oh hell," sighed Sarina, out loud this time.

As the woman stepped away from him, his eyes took her in, lingering on her chest. Sarina had to admit, the bodice was working for her.

One of the many things working for this woman is her chest. He clearly enjoys her curves.
Sarina looked down at her own torso and cupped one small breast in her hand.

Yes, I will need to do something about these. B Cups won't do if I want to snag this man.

Sarina looked back up at the house. Platinum turned and led him to the table she had set for two.

Sarina remained in the field behind the farm house for the next hour. She watched as they laughed over the seafood pasta dish. She fidgeted as Platinum poured another glass and spilled some on his lap because he used the moment to kiss her behind her ear.

As he took her hand and let her to the bedroom, the chipmunk started up with the yammering once again.

"For once, I agree with you, you damn fuzzball," Sarina said as she marched to her car parked half a mile down the road.

As much as I need to see him unclothed, I don't need the image of him with that Platinum Bitch in my head. I will have him to myself soon enough.

"Thank you for your help, Mom," Sarina said as she arrived back at the house. She smelled of cattle and she had no shoes, two facts she knew she would not escape her mother's astute attention to detail.

Now, she needed to explain the absence of her shoes, get rid of her mother, pay the bills, figure out the next move, and do something about the desire she felt simmering at the core of her being. She didn't have Mr. Laugh Lines yet, so she would need to take care of her needs solo for now.

During her married days, at least she had a warm body in the other half of the bed. Of course, there were the less-than-desirable issues to deal with, but marriage had at least one perk. Her itch could be scratched.

Now? Well, she came home from work to cook dinner, do laundry, try to get the boys to bed, and hopefully keep their defiance to a minimum. If she was lucky, she could get them settled down early enough to spend quality time with herself and a battery run apparatus of her choice.

Sarina put her bag down on the floor, and opened the fridge seeking a beer.

"How were they tonight, Mom?"

"Oh, the usual. They are little shits. I put them to bed early. You need to do a better job training them up," she took a long draw from her cigarette, "like I did with you." She pointed her nose into the air and exhaled slowly, smoke billowing out of her mouth.

Kathleen's voice caused Sarina to cringe mid sip. It sounded like a cat's scratching post had taken up residence in her throat. Sarina glared at her mother.

"Thanks, Mom. Nice to see you too."

"What?" Kathleen asked innocently as she took another long draw from her cigarette. The smoke hovered above her head, as if it was afraid to venture into the room. She looked her daughter over from head to toe.

"What the hell have you been up to? You are a mess. And where are your shoes?"

Here we go,
thought Sarina.

"I have told you not to smoke in here." Sarina stomped to the window and slammed it open.

"You could be more supportive, Mom. You know the boys and I have been through hell." Sarina sat down next to her mom, and took another swig from her bottle.

"And, don't call your only grandbabies 'little shits' Mom, it is unbecoming." Sarina looked at the smoke circling above her mother's head. "Can you sit next to the window?"

Kathleen looked directly at her daughter, "Just because you married up and got a little something out of the divorce, doesn't mean you are better than me." She paused and added, "No, I am not moving. Besides, we need to have a little heart to heart."

"Here we go," said Sarina... out loud this time. She exhaled deeply and took another swig. Alcohol was the only way she could deal with her mother for more than five minutes at a time. Sarina looked around her modest home, wishing for some kind of distraction from the impending conversation. The moonlight steamed into the living room, catching a vase behind the sofa. The light reflected off the glass and onto the table below.

I wish I could just shove her out the door,
thought Sarina.

"I know you have your mind set on a married man, Sarina." Kathleen took a long draw from her cigarette and blew it directly into Sarina's face, knowing it would cause irritation. "And, I would put money on the table that you were up to no good tonight."

"Jesus, Mom. Put that out. The smoke isn't good for the boys."

"No. We ain't talking about smoke. We are talking about you fucking up your life. You chasing after married men isn't good for the boys, tootsie pop. Your little habit of asking for love from a married man caused your divorce." Kathleen reached over and took a swig of Sarina's drink. "And, now you are doing it again. Haven't you learned a God damned thing?"

Sarina's eyes stung at the words. "Mom, can't you just support me? Yes, my marriage ended but it doesn't mean I can't have happiness!" She stood up and walked to the window. The smoke made it hard to breathe.

Why did I move her out here with me? A fresh start would have been easier if she wasn't here reminding me of my past.

"Sarina, I've seen your little to-do list. Quit fucking up your life. You will never find lasting happiness with a married man." Kathleen took another draw from her cigarette with her right hand. With her left, she pulled a sheet of paper out from the cushion behind her and tossed it into the air. The paper floated down to the oak coffee table below, exposing Sarina's secrets to the room.

Shit, she knows,
the muscles in Sarina's chest tightened around her lungs making it hard to draw in a breath.

"Jesus, Mother. Get out!" Sarina lunged for the paper and tucked it into the back of her pants. She stomped over to the door and held it open.

"NOW!" she yelled.

Kathleen stood up straight, put her nose into the air, and walked to the front porch. She passed her daughter without a second glance. Once safely onto the porch, she turned to face her daughter.

"You won't amount to anything if you keep doing this," she placed her cigarette on Sarina's porch railing, then walked to her car.

Sarina's vision blurred as she watched her mom go. The only thing she could focus on was the smoke swirling in front of her. She wondered if it was from the cigarette, or if the smoldering nicotine stick was burning a hole in her porch. In the distance, the taillights from her mother's car faded into the horizon.

Fuck you Mom,
Sarina thought as she picked up the smoldering cigarette and took a long draw.
I will have happiness in Logan, and it will be with Mr. Laugh Lines.

The light from the full moon illuminated the mountain range beyond the town of Logan. Sarina looked up and enjoyed the night sky. It was unusual to have a clear sky this time of year; Logan usually experienced cloud cover this time of year.

Good things come to an end,
she sighed. As soon as the taillights faded from view, Sarina rushed back into the house and took the crinkled paper out of the back of the waistline of her pants.

She quickly scanned the paper for smudges or cigarette burns.

Thank God, the plan is still intact,
she thought. She used the edge of her kitchen counter to smooth out the wrinkles, then sat down with her beer and studied the list.

Satisfied that her plan was not only still intact, but that it would work, Sarina peeked in on the boys. They were sound asleep. She was safe to retreat into her own master bedroom.

Sarina let her clothes fall to the floor and started the bath water. Her thoughts drifted to Mr. Laugh Lines. Ever since she found him in that hardware store seven days ago, she hadn't been able to shake his image from her thoughts. When she moved to Logan she knew she wanted a fresh start, but she never dreamed that she would bump into the man of her dreams within the first week.

As Sarina lowered herself into the hot bubble-bath, she remembered the way he had looked at Mrs. Platinum earlier that night. How she longed to be that woman. She twinged at the memory. Sarina slid her hands between her legs and let her eyelids drop as she remembered... imagined...

The Most Sexy Voice She Has Ever Heard.

Those Hands. On Her.

That Body. Oh Fuck.

His Strong Jaw Line.

Her fingers caressed her body, the bath oil making her touch smooth and sensual. After a few moments of simply enjoying the silky water against her skin, she allowed her fingers to find their way to the delicate folds between her legs. They searched out her throbbing nub, stroking first around the edges... easing her into ecstasy. Once warm and ready, she allowed her finders to stroke more directly over her throbbing nub.

His Dominate Stance.

His Attentiveness Toward His Wife.

Me.

It Will Be Me.

The warmth of the water swallowed her as her fingers worked her deeper into her desires. Waves of satisfaction began to spread into her extremities.

The Ring On His Finger.

It Will Someday Be A Symbol of His Devotion To Me.

His Laugh Lines.

His Intense Gaze.

Mine.

Arching her back, feeling the silky, sudsy hot water swish around her body, she worked herself into climax.

Mr. Laugh Lines.